Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her surprise, one of her housemates turn...
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT AND NO SMUT. IT'S ABOUT THE TRAUMA ANAYA HAS FACED. FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE
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It was early in the morning when I woke up, still curled up in Noah's arms. Regret weighed heavy on me for revealing what only Aashna knew—about him and that incident.
"Good morning, kitten," Noah's voice brought me back to reality.
"Good morning, Noah," I replied softly.
"Are you okay now?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.
"Yes," I murmured, a sadness lingering in my voice.
"It doesn't seem like it," he remarked in his deep British accent.
"No, I'm fine," I whispered.
"I don't want to push you into sharing your traumatic experience, but I've shared mine. I opened up completely, so why can't you?" he asked, his tone turning harsh.
"Because people used to talk about you, Noah. Would you have shared those things willingly?" I shot back, my emotions raw.
"I wouldn't have, but yesterday you thanked me for something that's left me on a guilt trip ever since," he yelled back, his frustration evident.
A hot tear escaped my eye, and before I could respond, he cut me off, raising his voice again. "I would never force you into anything. Your body has responded positively from day one."
"I know. I feel safe in your embrace, Noah. I feel secure when you're with me," I admitted, tears streaming down my face.
"Then share your trauma with me, kitten. Share your pain. Hand over that mystery in your heart and let me help you destroy it," he said, his tone now gentle and comforting.
"It's not that easy, Noah. It's complicated, and I don't want to drag you into my mess," I cried.
"Well, I'm already involved, and I'm not giving up on you until I know," he said firmly, holding my wrists delicately.
"I don't even know where to start. It's a long story," I managed to say, clutching his large hands tightly.
"I'm listening," he sighed.
He gently took my hands and led me to the balcony, where he made me sit on a comfortable chair. Kneeling in front of me, he looked into my eyes intently. "Speak now," he ordered softly.
I cupped his cheeks for a moment, then withdrew my hands, took a deep breath, and began to tell my story.
"It happened after I finished my 12th board exams. My friends and I planned a vacation and booked a 4 BHK villa in a resort on the outskirts of the city. They were all almost 18, while I was academically on par but a year younger. My best friend told me he had a surprise and, when everyone was asleep, we sneaked out. I trusted him; we had done many mischievous things together in school. He took me to the terrace area of the resort, which included a private pool. It was beautifully decorated with the words 'I love you,' and I was confused. When I turned around, he was on his knees, saying those words in a twisted, sugar-coated tone," I paused, swallowing hard.
Noah squeezed my hands gently, giving me comfort and time to collect myself.
"I told him I didn't feel the same way. I never had, but I thought he'd respect that, and things would go back to normal. Instead, he grabbed my waist and called me a slut, though I had been nothing but pure. The terrace was empty because he'd rented it for two hours, hoping to take my virginity."
"I know what kind of slut you are. You like to play with feelings. You drop hints, but when someone confronts you, you reject them," he said in a creepy tone.
"I didn't know what to do, Noah. I tried to fight him, but he was too strong. I couldn't handle it. He started touching me and inserted his fingers..." My voice faltered, tears streaming down my face. "I knew he was aquaphobic, so when he screamed in pain, I pushed him into the pool."
My hands trembled, and I felt Noah's hand on my nape. "That's enough, kitten," he said gently. "I don't want you to have a panic attack again."
He lifted me in his arms and carried me to his room, where he gave me a glass of water to drink, holding it for me. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" I asked through dried tears.
"I want to kill that guy," he declared, his gaze intense.
"You don't have to. It's been two years, and I've moved on," I assured him.
"The scars might have faded, but what about the trauma you carry for a lifetime?" he asked, his tone serious and almost menacing.
I swallowed hard, unable to form words.
Breaking the silence, he asked softly, "What's his name, kitten?"
"Varun Sharma," I whispered.
"When do you go back to India?" he asked.
"After this semester ends," I replied.
"I'm coming with you," he declared firmly.
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